I tried a lot, but it kind of spiralled downwards. Honestly, the thing that was holding me here, I mean, the people, they're doing rather fine without me. I'm not needed, and I'm lonely. Sadly, I can't just keep on surviving blankly staring at people and giving empty smiles when as soon as I feel like I'm important, something happens and I become worthless. My friends, they know who they are, I'll never leave them, but the rest are doing just fine without me. I was a bad presence to begin with. The only thing I ever did was harm, to everyone, and I broke everything I touched. From the beginning we knew it'd end up like this. I can't be here just kind of on the side, when no one else is good enough so I'm a last resort. I'm a third option, I'd say. So, I guess from now on I won't be an option at all. Bye.
Not being able to hear anything the other was saying, he stood there motionless for a few moments. Had they left? Puffing his cheeks in annoyance at not being able to tell, since he couldn’t hear either, he reached out slowly, trying to find whoever he’d run into.
Though, being the genius he is, he bumped right into them again, this time toppling them over onto the ground. Well fuck. That was real smart, Jungkook, he thought to himself as he traced a few words onto the others ribs. ‘I’m so sorry running you down. It was an accident..’
Youngjae blinked a few times, trying to sit up and help the boy at the same time. His brows were furrowed in confusion, still trying to understand the situation he got himself into. "Is it possible that you're..."
Well if that was the truth, he probably wouldn't hear it, and the unpractical runway they found themselves into were really not the place to chat about something like that. He shook his head, articulating a "No problem, it's okay." And standing up, pulling the young looking male up with him. Checking his camera once, it was okay, but had a little scratch on the screen. Well, shucks, at least it was replaceable.
Carefully, he tapped the boy in the shoulder, and guided him not really touching very intimately, just so they were out of the coming and going of passerby pedestrians. Once they were in a calmer place, he turned to face him, taking his hand and writing the word on his palm with a finger "You lost? It seems like you can't hear me..."
It'd be weird if he was wrong, writing on a stranger's palm.